“I need time,” I finally whispered. “Some space to clear my head.” “I’m so fucking sorry.” “I know you are, Joe,” I croaked out, feeling devastated. “I know, okay? I just…” Sniffling, I shrugged helplessly. “I need to not be near you right now, okay?” “Aoife.” “Because every time I look at you, all I can see is—” “Him,” he deadpanned, immediately releasing his hold on me. “Got it.” Nodding stiffly, he backed up to the gate, looking more crushed and broken than I’d ever seen him. “I hear ya, Molloy.”
